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Hi Jed. I've decided to write to you, since you're the only one I wouldn't be able to bullshit and I need that. To write without extra stuff, bunting and frills and what not. It must be bare.
I've started reading a diary/book of a writer. It's composed of letters he wrote to his publisher, unseen, to warm up before his daily writing stint.
It refreshed my desire to write my book.
This cannot be done without a) huge amounts of patience and b) lots of writing and reading, according to Mr King. So I'm back.
Not just because of the book, but also because I needed to speak my mind without people who know me reading along.
There's so many thoughts going through my mind. I'm in some sort of big cleaning period right now. Again.
Haven't been home in months due to the situation with the dangerous neighbour. Right now I'm staying in someone's mobile home for a few weeks. So I can be alone. I so needed that. Hadn't been alone for more than 1 day in 3 months. Me.
Things must change after this, how can they not.
Past few days lots of old fears surfaced. I slept with a sharp weed-cutting tool on one side of the bed and a lighter and can of hairspray on the other. Scared out of my mind.
Don't know what else to say and don't want to go rambling on, so that's it for now. I miss your books, Jed. They are at home and not easy to come by.
So it's good to have you to speak to.